My Color: Gray
Ch: 11
By: Riley Cat
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Harry stalked quietly down the hall and listened as the chatter of the school slowly faded from his mind. Harry ignored his fellow housemates and continued in his silence, waltzing through the common room, sweeping up the stairs and into his room. Although Harry's face was blanker than apiece of parchment, on the inside he was seething.
'How could Ron act like that?' he thought as he threw open the lid on his trunk. 'I know he was just using me so I shouldn't be upset, but what he did is unbelievable! I should have know he would end up hating me for switching Houses.' Harry reached into his trunk and pulled out a thick, black book. The pages were old and brittle; the writing on the pages was faded and hard to read. Harry flipped through the pages and stopped as he found what he was looking for.
At the same time, Malfoy opened the door and cautiously peered around the room. "You okay, Potter?" Malfoy's pale eyes latched onto Potters form. Harry barely looked up as he skimmed the pages in front of him. "You might as well come in, Malfoy. I'm not going to hex you or anything." One long finger traced down the page as Malfoy took a seat on the bed next to him. He noticed the book but held in his questions. It would be best not to ask about it now; instead he decided to wait until Potter calmed down.
"Where are the others?" asked Harry, glancing briefly at the boy besides him. Somewhere in the depths of his conciousness, Harry noticed how Malfoy looked kind of.. Cute, sitting there next to him in the dieing light. The way a lock of his hair had come undone from his usual slicked back style made Harry want to reach up and brush it away, to caress the soft skin, to kiss..
Harry immediately pulled back from his thoughts. "Potter, are you alright? You're kind of pale." Malfoy frowned slightly and Harry even found the little wrinkles on Malfoy's forehead cute. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' Harry could feel the panic welling up from the depth of his stomach. "N-nothings wrong, Malfoy. Did you need anything?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes and stared at the shifting boy in front of him. He had noticed Harry's anger and had followed him here. Malfoy knew, like a sixth sense, just what Harry was feeling; well, he knew most of the time, anyway. "To answer your question, Potter, the others are down stairs in the common room; apparently they're afraid one of us will curse them. And I want to know if you're okay." Harry raised a black eyebrow at this as the paleness left his face in favor of some color.
"You're worried about me, Malfoy? I'm touched!" Harry grinned widely at this statement and watched as Malfoy tried to smother an echoing grin. Harry never knew that grinning was contagious. "Yes, Potter, worried. I can't have the newest Slytherin wallowing in self pity," Malfoy was examining his nails and missed the sadness that lurked in Harry's eyes at his words. "Besides, I know that you two were practically inseparable but I want to tell you to not wallow over the loss. You'll make plenty more Slytherin friends and you won't even miss the Weasel. " Harry sighed and shook his head, returning to the spell he was reading.
"It wasn't just the fact that he was my friend, Malfoy. I actually felt like I mattered and for once in my life, I knew people who loved me." Harry was staring so intently at his book that he missed Malfoy's shocked look. "What do you mean?" Harry didn't answer. He just shook his head and said, "Forget about it, Malfoy. Maybe I'll tell you later. Anyway, would you like to help me get some revenge?" Harry looked up with a mischievous look in his deep green eyes.
Malfoy thought for a moment before he, too, nodded and grinned. "Excellent! This is a book Sir- my godfather sent me over the summer" Harry stumbled over his godfather's name. No matter how much he may be attracted to Malfoy, he was not ready to divulge his secrets- not yet anyway. Hoping Malfoy ignored his slip up, Harry continued. "It's a book filled with Dark hexes and curses and I found one that just might work on Ron."
Harry took one look at the alarm showing on Malfoy's face and quickly continued. "Oh it's nothing illegal! In fact, it won't even hurt him! Here's what it does." Ten minutes of planning and explaining later, Harry found himself sitting on the bed as he watched a hysterical Malfoy laughing on the floor. "So, what do you think?" "It's perfect! It will definitely humiliate him!" Malfoy wiped the tears from his eyes as he leaned against the bed, still grinning. "Tomorrow then?" he asked. Harry nodded and whispered, "Tomorrow."
AN: Thanks to all those who have reviewed and placed their suggestions for this story. I promise that the real plot will happen soon and maybe Voldemort will make and appearance. I am really not sure! Anyway, enjoy and please review! ~Ta-ta
Harry stalked quietly down the hall and listened as the chatter of the school slowly faded from his mind. Harry ignored his fellow housemates and continued in his silence, waltzing through the common room, sweeping up the stairs and into his room. Although Harry's face was blanker than apiece of parchment, on the inside he was seething.
'How could Ron act like that?' he thought as he threw open the lid on his trunk. 'I know he was just using me so I shouldn't be upset, but what he did is unbelievable! I should have know he would end up hating me for switching Houses.' Harry reached into his trunk and pulled out a thick, black book. The pages were old and brittle; the writing on the pages was faded and hard to read. Harry flipped through the pages and stopped as he found what he was looking for.
At the same time, Malfoy opened the door and cautiously peered around the room. "You okay, Potter?" Malfoy's pale eyes latched onto Potters form. Harry barely looked up as he skimmed the pages in front of him. "You might as well come in, Malfoy. I'm not going to hex you or anything." One long finger traced down the page as Malfoy took a seat on the bed next to him. He noticed the book but held in his questions. It would be best not to ask about it now; instead he decided to wait until Potter calmed down.
"Where are the others?" asked Harry, glancing briefly at the boy besides him. Somewhere in the depths of his conciousness, Harry noticed how Malfoy looked kind of.. Cute, sitting there next to him in the dieing light. The way a lock of his hair had come undone from his usual slicked back style made Harry want to reach up and brush it away, to caress the soft skin, to kiss..
Harry immediately pulled back from his thoughts. "Potter, are you alright? You're kind of pale." Malfoy frowned slightly and Harry even found the little wrinkles on Malfoy's forehead cute. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' Harry could feel the panic welling up from the depth of his stomach. "N-nothings wrong, Malfoy. Did you need anything?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes and stared at the shifting boy in front of him. He had noticed Harry's anger and had followed him here. Malfoy knew, like a sixth sense, just what Harry was feeling; well, he knew most of the time, anyway. "To answer your question, Potter, the others are down stairs in the common room; apparently they're afraid one of us will curse them. And I want to know if you're okay." Harry raised a black eyebrow at this as the paleness left his face in favor of some color.
"You're worried about me, Malfoy? I'm touched!" Harry grinned widely at this statement and watched as Malfoy tried to smother an echoing grin. Harry never knew that grinning was contagious. "Yes, Potter, worried. I can't have the newest Slytherin wallowing in self pity," Malfoy was examining his nails and missed the sadness that lurked in Harry's eyes at his words. "Besides, I know that you two were practically inseparable but I want to tell you to not wallow over the loss. You'll make plenty more Slytherin friends and you won't even miss the Weasel. " Harry sighed and shook his head, returning to the spell he was reading.
"It wasn't just the fact that he was my friend, Malfoy. I actually felt like I mattered and for once in my life, I knew people who loved me." Harry was staring so intently at his book that he missed Malfoy's shocked look. "What do you mean?" Harry didn't answer. He just shook his head and said, "Forget about it, Malfoy. Maybe I'll tell you later. Anyway, would you like to help me get some revenge?" Harry looked up with a mischievous look in his deep green eyes.
Malfoy thought for a moment before he, too, nodded and grinned. "Excellent! This is a book Sir- my godfather sent me over the summer" Harry stumbled over his godfather's name. No matter how much he may be attracted to Malfoy, he was not ready to divulge his secrets- not yet anyway. Hoping Malfoy ignored his slip up, Harry continued. "It's a book filled with Dark hexes and curses and I found one that just might work on Ron."
Harry took one look at the alarm showing on Malfoy's face and quickly continued. "Oh it's nothing illegal! In fact, it won't even hurt him! Here's what it does." Ten minutes of planning and explaining later, Harry found himself sitting on the bed as he watched a hysterical Malfoy laughing on the floor. "So, what do you think?" "It's perfect! It will definitely humiliate him!" Malfoy wiped the tears from his eyes as he leaned against the bed, still grinning. "Tomorrow then?" he asked. Harry nodded and whispered, "Tomorrow."
AN: Thanks to all those who have reviewed and placed their suggestions for this story. I promise that the real plot will happen soon and maybe Voldemort will make and appearance. I am really not sure! Anyway, enjoy and please review! ~Ta-ta